Thirty thousand feet, blue sky and white clouds outside the window, Song Youran closed his eyes in pain, trying to expel the swelling pain in his head. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The thoughts that I wanted to filter along the way have been replaced by physical pain, but this pain is not intense, and I have tormented my mind little by little.

Song Youran smiled, and suddenly felt that it was not bad to be able to do this, at least there was no need to bother thinking about everything in the capital.

In the capital, as long as I read this place now, my heart will ache.

After the plane stopped, Song Youran stepped off the plane with the support of the flight attendant, and as soon as his foot touched the ground, the dizziness not only did not alleviate in the slightest, but became heavier and heavier.

From the flat inland to the plateau, there are many people like Song Youran, and some even need to be carried to the hospital, and the staff take Song Youran to the lounge to take oxygen, and then stop caring about her.

In this strange city, there is a steel and concrete like the capital, and it also has the unique color of its own nation, she looked at the busy staff in front of her, and found for the first time that it is really difficult for a person to get out of the original comfort zone......

Song Youran smiled bitterly, and the panic in his heart stopped a little, but the feeling of lack of oxygen was maintained in his body like inertia, and he always felt that his brain was congested, and his entire temple suddenly hurt.

Song Youran lay in the lounge with his eyes closed, his fists clenched.

When had she been lying in the lounge so embarrassed, letting the medical staff look at her uncomfortably lying here indifferent?

In order to be able to witness the works of different painting masters in this world, she has traveled to many countries and cities, and has also been sick in different environments, but at that time, she had An Jingyu by her side, and he settled everything so well that he would not let herself worry about any itinerary at all.

Thinking of An Jingyu, Song Youran's eyes darkened, and he didn't know if he was getting better now......

It should be, without himself as a disaster star, he and Ye Qingfan should live well.

It's just that she came to Lhasa to escape everything she couldn't bear in the capital, and now, Song Youran can't tell whether this is a punishment she specially found for herself.

The physical discomfort and the thoughts in the heart follow me like a shadow.

……

Enduring the discomfort and walking out of Gonggar Airport, Song Youran felt as slight as an ant.

She didn't have a friend, she didn't know a person, and in this huge city, she was helpless and physically and mentally exhausted.

"Are you here to sketch too?"

As soon as she got out of the train station, Song Youran felt a tap on her shoulder, and she turned around to see a young girl in a vest and hot pants, also carrying a drawing board on her back.

Song Youran raised his eyebrows, did he run into his peers so coincidentally.

The girl looked at Song Youran and smiled, revealing her eight white teeth, and she pointed to the west: "I'm going to the Potala Palace, do you want to go together?" ”

Song Youran pursed her lips, thought slightly, and nodded.

The girl calls herself Xiaoyu, a senior student at the Academy of Fine Arts, chattering along the way, she is simply another Jiang Xinyue, maybe it is because of this similarity that Song Youran feels that with her company along the way, she is not so lonely.

On the way back to the hotel from the Potala Palace, Xiaoyu opened her eyes and looked at Song Youran curiously: "Sister Youran, you haven't told me yet, why did you come to Tibet?" ”

"Someone told me that an artist has to understand the mysteries of heaven and earth in the natural scenery, and I want to try it."

Song Youran's heart was sour, Tibet is the holy place in Song Qianqiu's heart, but for the sake of his marriage contract with An Jingyu, he just said that he would return to Tibet many times, but he never realized it once.

It could be something she couldn't forgive herself for the rest of her life.

Now, he has gone to another place to sleep, but he has put on his sketchpad and started to walk on his past path, which may be the last fate of father and daughter.

Song Youran's face was sad.

"Sister Youran, you ...... Are you okay? Xiaoyu looked at the moisture in Song Youran's eyes in surprise, why was she about to cry.

"It's nothing, I just miss him all of a sudden."

Song leisurely looked at the sky and stretched out his hand, Tibet is so high that even the sky feels very close to him.

Dad, this is Tibet.

I'm here, do you see?

Ye Qingfan's phone calls always made Song Youran feel helpless, for example, when she had just drawn the first stroke; For example, when she is ordering food; For example, she is now taking a shower in a hotel......

"Hey, Qingfan? What's wrong? ”

Song Youran held the mobile phone between his shoulders and wiped the water stains on his body indiscriminately.

The water dripped onto the floor and soon became wet.

"Where are you now? Why don't you call me? Song Youran, don't you know how worried I will be about you! Ye Qingfan's mellow voice flowed down the phone into Song Youran's heart, and it became the most gentle warm current.

"Ye Qingfan, why are you becoming more and more like my father? I'm not a child. Song leisurely muttered, so many calls a day, isn't he too much?

How did Song Youran know that Ye Qingfan couldn't wait to become an eavesdropper and follow Song Youran's side at any time.

Ye Qingfan coughed embarrassedly twice: "In the future, I must answer the phone within three calls, and don't answer casually with strangers on the road, Song Youran, your little head is too easy to be deceived." ”

"Overbearing!" Song Youran scolded secretly, but his heart was as sweet as honey.

"Don't disobey me, a person must be more careful, just find Ye Qingfan if you have something."

Song Youran burst out laughing: "Isn't there something to find the police?" ”

"I care more about you than the police."

Ye Qingfan said ambiguously, Song Youran unconsciously thought of the heat that had once intersected with each other's lips and teeth, his face flushed, and he quickly patted his face, Song Youran, don't be fascinated by beautiful men!

After chatting for a while, Song Youran reluctantly hung up the phone, the strangeness gradually subsided, and the fear in his heart disappeared a lot.

Song Youran looked at the empty bed next to him, he didn't know where Xiaoyu had run to play, and he hadn't come back so late.

Speaking of which, Song Youran still feels very sorry for this girl, if she wants to learn to paint, she doesn't only have talent, but the burden on her family will be much more than that of many children who take arts and sciences.

It's really not easy to maintain a happy heart in such an environment.

When Xiaoyu came back, it was already late, Song Youran muttered, and fell asleep again. When I woke up, it was already noon.

Song Youran held his head, his head hurt for a while, did he sleep too much?

Taking a closer look, Song Youran's face changed greatly, where is her luggage?!

Song Youran hurriedly opened the trolley suitcase, except for the underwear, even the underwear was taken away? Looking at my wallet again, there are only a few cards left, but the ID card and money are gone.

Song Youran was dumbfounded, what's the use of your ID card and underwear?!

flipped under the pillow, fortunately, the mobile phone was still there, and Song Youran made a call to Xiaoyu, but the number was also empty.

At this time, I don't understand anymore, but I am really a big fool!

Song Youran's aggrieved tears shook in his eyes, and the only thing he thought of was that person......

"Qingfan, I was deceived."

Hearing Song Youran's voice, Ye Qingfan's heart tightened: "What have you been deceived?" ”

"Except for bank cards, there's nothing left." Song leisurely kicked the empty box, and wanted to burrow herself into the crack in the ground, she was really deceived because of her random belief in people.

Ye Qingfan, this crow's mouth!

But Xiaoyu doesn't look like a bad person?

Ye Qingfan couldn't cry or laugh, he was deceived on the first day? After thinking about it, I still want to comfort it.

"And the card, that's not bad."

Is it better than having nothing and being penniless?

"But my ID card is gone, and now I can only stay in the hotel." Song Youran hung her head in frustration, where else could she go without her ID card, and she couldn't even check out.

Ye Qingfan held his forehead: "Go to the police ......"

"Didn't something happen to Ye Qingfan?"

“……”

After tossing back and forth between Lhasa and Shigatse for several months, Song Youran set the last stop as Yang Zhuo Yongcuo, where the Ha family was located, which was also the place that Song Qianqiu had mentioned.

Hada and Zhuomir were very enthusiastic, and Zhuomir even made a Tibetan robe for Song Youran by himself, which flattered Song Youran.

Song Youran thought about how red her face was when she first came to Tibet, she was so old, she could still be deceived by a little girl like this, and when the police came, she also called out to a young policeman who was younger than herself......

Thinking about the laughter of the group of policemen, Song Youran couldn't wait to throw himself back into the furnace to rebuild.

Fortunately, that incident made her remember it for a long time, and she paid attention to the accosting of passers-by and the like, and she was safe and sound along the way, but she felt a lot lonely.

But loneliness is a way to hone your sense of painting.

Song Youran raised his head to look at the busy Zhuo Mier, and continued to play with the flowers in his hand, and his heart felt warm.

I didn't expect that I just wanted to see that the child of Harbin University could become very good friends with their family. Hada's father is working in other places, his brother is studying in college, and there are only two people, Hada and Zhuomir, although life is difficult, both of them are very comfortable and optimistic.

This made Song Youran yearn for it.

"Leisurely, didn't your lover contact you?" The children of the collector are not informal, not to mention that Zhuo Mi understands Song Youran's generosity, and she is even more unobtrusive when she speaks.

Pretty blushed, and Song Youran's speech became stumbling, "He, he's not my lover." ”

The two words of this lover, the voice is so small that only she can hear it.

"I'm sorry." Zomir smiled and scooped a large spoonful of water into the pot to boil.

Song Youran Hao Ran, but when she heard Zhuo Mi mention Ye Qingfan, she was a little uneasy, Ye Qingfan made at least three phone calls a day, and sometimes even picked a meal, just to check if she had eaten on time, why hadn't she moved recently?

Is it because of the bad signal?

Song Youran's eyes darkened, and he remembered Song Qianqiu's diary.

If it weren't for Lao Jiang handing it over to him, Song Youran would never have known that Song Qianqiu had the habit of keeping a diary, and this habit lasted until the day before he died.

Although Song Youran was a little annoyed that Song Qianqiu was dissatisfied with her when she wrote her diary, she was inevitably moved in the end, especially the sentence in Song Qianqiu's diary: Perhaps, I should let her pursue what she really wants.

The flowers in her hand were destroyed and only the stamens remained, Song Youran put away the petals on the ground with some apologies, and her heart moved, maybe, this is a chance for God to give her and let her take the initiative to pursue Ye Qingfan?

Thinking about it like this, Song Youran felt full of strength all of a sudden, she packed a few clothes and ran out in a hurry.

"Leisurely, aren't you eating?" Zomir followed after him with the lid of the pot.

"I'll be back tomorrow!" Song turned around and smiled at Zhuo Mier, his smile as brilliant as the morning sun.

It was the first time she had been happy from the bottom of her heart since her father's death.

The pain that was entangled in my heart was so vulnerable in front of my thoughts about Ye Qingfan.

After an hour and a half of bus, Song leisurely went straight to the center of Lhasa, she had only one thought in her heart, she desperately wanted to see him and see his face.

Song Youran's hand holding the phone trembled nervously, Song Youran don't be afraid, tell him, in fact, you miss him too.

Song Youran cut her hair in the mirror, and took out the sunscreen in her bag that she hadn't used for a long time.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Song Youran was reluctant to let go of any of his pores, well, his skin was still fair and tender, but he had not maintained it for a long time, and he was exposed to the sun in Tibet, so he was still a little darker than before he left.

Will you be disgusted by Ye Qingfan?

Yang Zhuoyong's wrong signal is very poor, they haven't had a video for a long time, Ye Qingfan can't see her, so she doesn't care, but now?

Song Youran felt that she was making a big fuss, but remembering that Ye Qingfan said on the phone again and again that he regretted not seeing her recently, his whole heart was pounding, what woman would not want to let the person she like see the best side?

Song leisurely grabbed the bag and plunged into the cosmetics counter......

After holding a lot of makeup in his hand and re-caring his hair, Song Youran calmly ordered a cup of coffee and pretended to press the video button calmly.

No one answered.

Song Youran frowned, and rang Ye Qingfan's phone again.

No one answered.

Song Youran's uneasiness was like a stone thrown into the lake, which was infinitely magnified, and all day long, she was calling Ye Qingfan, and to her surprise, it was not only that no one answered this prompt.

The mobile phone in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, Song Youran's lips were still white after applying the flower lip gloss, and he was on the phone, Ye Qingfan, who are you talking to?

Since you know I'm looking for you, why don't you pick it up?

……

Song Youran didn't know how she got back to the Ha family, but as soon as her feet entered the tent, her body suddenly softened.

High fever, high fever that seems endless.

Zomir took care of her for three days without sleep, and the heat on her body slowly subsided.

Zomir sighed: "Leisurely, did you touch something dirty and get rid of your soul?" ”

The Tibetan people mostly believe in the power of the gods, and when they encounter such a high fever, they often ask the shaman to come back and help people shout the soul, although there is no scientific basis, but it often works.

Zhuo Mi wiped the cold sweat off Song Youran's face with a hot towel: "For three days, you are confused, you have been talking nonsense, calling many names, and there is one at the most, it seems to be called Qingfan?" ”

Song Youran shook his head lightly and smiled at the worried Zhuo Mier, but tears flowed out.

In her sleep, she missed him so much?

Song Youran smiled bitterly, she didn't lose her soul, she just lost her heart.

……

This longing was most effectively resolved with the help of Zomir.

The attentive woman knew that she was unhappy and went to the bazaar to buy a signal receiver.

Song Youran's heart seemed to have recovered, and it was pounding again, but after that short beat, her heart suddenly stopped.

Ye Zhang cp, even if she knew that they were fake, she would be uncomfortable.

"This male doll is so good-looking, and the two of them are really a good match." Zhuo Mi bit his chopsticks and looked at Ye Qingfan and Zhang Yao on TV in a daze, but he quickly regained his composure, no matter how he looked leisurely, he was even more beautiful than the girl on TV.

Konggu Rulan's temperament, which can be compared to this woman on TV?

Zomir proudly continued to pick up the meal.

Song Youran's face sank little by little as the news was broadcast, Ye Qingfan, you used the column produced by the company to hype up your relationship with Zhang Yao, is it just hype, or is it because of ......

Song Youran didn't dare to think about it, but the answer in his heart was clearly visible.

Song Youran bit her lip and pretended to ask Zhuo Mire casually: "Do you think the two of them look like real couples?" ”

Don't say yes, don't ......

Zhuo Mi stared at the TV screen carefully and smiled proudly: "These two people must be real, such a beautiful girl, which man wouldn't be tempted?" ”

Suddenly, Zhuo Mi saw Song Youran's face pale and pale.

Yes, Zhang Yao is a recognized beauty in the entertainment industry, and he has been in love with Ye Qingfan for so many years, can he really bear to reject her all the time?

Zhuo Mi was shocked, he didn't understand Song Youran's abnormality, the love in this girl's eyes was so obvious, wasn't the two of them still in a relationship?

What did she say wrong?

Song leisurely picked up the easel and lived a life of reporting to Sheep Lake every day.

She still remembered the first day she saw this beautiful picture, the afterglow of the sunset swayed like gold dust on the sapphire-like lake, she especially regretted not bringing the drawing board, and she especially regretted that Ye Qingfan did not call at this moment.

Thinking about it now, this lake seems to have lost color with her heart, as if it was swallowed up by the desert little by little, Song Youran took the paintbrush in her hand and smiled bitterly, in such a state of mind, how can she paint the beautiful scenery in front of her? And the longing for Ye Qingfan in my heart seems to be becoming more and more irrepressible.

Song Youran stood in Sheep Lake day after day, holding a paintbrush and not knowing how to put pen to paper, and the pen was torn up and started over.

She thought she would wait for a little bit of news from Ye Qingfan, even if it was just an apology, and tell her, I'm sorry, I'm just in love with someone else.

But no.

Waiting for An Jingyu to come.

Song Youran couldn't forget the tired look on his face, although An Jingyu hid it well, she still clearly saw the bandages hidden on his body.

His brows were furrowed, he actually ran over despite his injuries, didn't he want to die?

But she couldn't speak, pretending to be happy and grabbing his arm, "Brother Jingyu, you're fine!" That's great! ”

An Jingyu's serious and intense thoughts seemed to imprison her tightly, and his thin lips lightly opened: "Leisurely." ”

Two words were enough to make Song Youran's eyes red in an instant.

She thought that she was well disguised, and the moment An Jingyu saw her, she knew that Brother Jingyu wanted to take her back, but she couldn't leave now.

The painting was not finished, and, most importantly, he had not yet come.

She wanted to wait, wait for a result, instead of returning to the capital in embarrassment, watching him pass in front of Zhang Yao with her arms around her, and saying with a smile: "Hello".

She couldn't.

But she underestimated Brother Jing Yu's patience, and he has always been very attentive to himself.

The persistence and profundity that poured out of his black pupils made Song Youran more and more frightened every time.

"Leisurely, do you remember that promise?" An Jingyu's eyes looked into the distance, and the pain in his eyes made Song Youran's heart ache.

Song Youran suddenly felt very tired, and when she raised her eyes, she was covered with stars, like the most brilliant picture, but at the moment, she just wanted to have a shoulder to lean on.

Maybe what Dad said is right, Brother Jingyu is the best destination.

This torment was alleviated on the day he learned of Ye Qingfan's life experience.

In distress, Song Youran found that he had a little joy, perhaps, he only ignored himself because of such a thing.

In this evening, Song Youran looked at the jasper lake in front of him, and felt that the lake water came to life again.

The heart that was about to stop beating also became active, and Song stood there quietly, the lake seemed to have turned into a pair of eyes of Ye Qingfan, which were once blind for her and bright for her.

At that moment, the brush in her hand seemed to have spirituality, swaying freely on the canvas, and when she stopped, her eyes were also amazed.

Song leisurely lifted his chest, which was the ruby he gave him, and now, it was hanging on her chest.

Qingfan, then I'll give you this painting, okay?

Turquoise, it's called "Lost Turquoise".

Song Youran didn't know how long she had been waiting, and when An Jingyu's eyes revealed impatience, she knew that she had exhausted the last trace of his patience.

Song Youran smiled bitterly, she didn't understand why she was waiting here when she could keep her promise and be the happiest bride in the world.

In the end, she didn't know what she was holding onto.

Zhuo Mi looked at An Jingyu outside the tent, his body was standing straight in the night, and distress flashed in his eyes: "Leisurely, let him come in and sleep, every time he comes, he stands for a night, and people can't stand it." ”

She pondered for a while and walked outside the tent: "Brother Jingyu, I will keep that promise." ”

Instead of making three people miserable, it is better to make only one person uncomfortable.

An Jingyu's eyes moved, and he actually raised a shallow smile, and he looked at Song Youran gently: "Okay, I'll pick you up in a few days." ”

Even a small concession can make him happy.

Zhuo Mi took a cup of milk tea, sent it to Song Youran, and pointed to An Jingyu's back: "Youran, these two boys, which one do you like?" ”

Song Youran shook his head, and drank the warm milk tea, his heart was still cold.

Zomir sighed, "You can't like both......"

Song Youran watched An Jingyu's back gradually turn into a small dot in the distance, and there was no way to answer Zhuo Miri, she and them have long been not a choice between love and non-love.

……

"Three days, I'll give you only three days."

Brother Jing Yu's voice echoed in his ears, and Song ran to Sheep Lake, called Ye Qingfan in a panic, and turned off the phone.

The sourness in her heart was about to break herself, and she maintained her last sobriety, Song Youran called for six years, a few words, and in less than a minute, she was sweating.

Those unspeakable thoughts were completely destroyed by the wind, Song Youran hugged his knees, buried his head deeply, ignoring the tourists next to him, howling and crying, wanting to hollow out all his emotions.

But after crying, I still stood there, and one stop lasted for three days.

Waiting until his legs were swollen and when he was discouraged, Song Youran was still waiting.

"Song Youran, don't you know that you feel sorry for me and feel sorry for yourself?"

His heart was beating violently, and the corners of his lips froze at the moment he saw An Jingyu, Song Youran smiled bitterly, perhaps, this is the best choice God gave him.

An Jingyu squatted down and gently rubbed her knees and calves, the intense sadness in her eyes made her breathless.

Song Youran secretly decided that this time, he would never let his willfulness hurt anyone again.

The moment she boarded the plane, she heard a "leisurely" ......

It seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, but it was so clear, Song Youran turned around, and his heart seemed to be revived again.

One of his faces was dirty, but she could still recognize him at a glance.

It's just, why are you here now, why are you embarrassed?

An Jingyu's hand tightened her, and that kind of pleading went straight to her heart through the pain, Song Youran raised her eyes to look at him, and remembered the oath: "For the rest of your life, you will never give up." ”

……

Song Youran suddenly opened his eyes, everything about Tibet seemed to be really a dream, but the tears in his eyes clearly reminded him that everything was in the past.

"What, do you have nightmares?" The man was sleepy-eyed, one arm wrapped around her waist, and hugged her tightly in his arms, "Sleep a little longer, those two little naughty ones will wake up soon......"

"I don't know if I would have chosen that if I had been given another chance, but now I am very happy."

Drowsiness hit, Song Youran closed her eyes, a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth, and the man slowly opened his eyes and dropped a kiss on her back. (To be continued.) )

ps: The upper part of the male god chooses one of the two ends in Tibet, where is Song Youran's final love, which male god is the two cute treasures? Whether Gu Yang and Shen Beichen will finally go together, and the contest between the two men, please look forward to the male god choosing the second part of "Where Does Love Return"